Milking Station - Sex Stories

Milking Station

... don’t milk him dry.” Karie objected when Lila continued to siphon fluid out of my temporarily empty prostate. “You’re not the only one who wants to walk around all day with a cream filling.”

“You cum like a racehorse,” Lila told me with a wink after she finally released my penis from her suction hold. “I’ll happily clean up your cock one last time before you go.”

“And you wasting that stallion’s seed in your stomach?” Karie objected again.

“I'll let another man breed me as soon as I can grow a third tit. You should be sucking him off too; aren’t you eating for two?” When Lila said that, I finally noticed that under her perfect tits and suckable nipples, Karie had indeed a baby bump. Her athletic body made it look like a normal girl had swallowed a bowling ball.

“Alright big boy, lie down on the floor, I haven’t had my workout yet.”

I was beginning to feel more comfortable after the praises of my first performance and didn’t hesitate this time. Cock still out and quickly getting hard again, I sat on the soft carpet between the chairs like the center stage of a sporting event.

Framing her rack, this sporty ponytail blonde had a fully unzipped gym jacket that I couldn’t believe would ever be able to fully close when stuffed with her big tits. She pulled on her sleeping baby until it unlatched from her teat and bent over to put them in the stroller, tits dangling and bumping like fresh melons on a vine. She had worked hard for her hot mom bod and it showed in ...

... the shape of her ass in those yoga leggings. You could only tell she was pregnant from the front, but even then, her prominent camel toe stole that show.

There was a waxed pussy under those tight leggings, which she happily lowered on my cock with one hand to guide it in. Karie then proceeded to use me like a yoga mat with built-in crotch anchor. Despite her fragile belly bump, she fucked me hard with hip raises, spread eagle grinding, and various yoga poses that frequently had the soft skin of her breast rub on my face. Heaven was a room at the mall.

“Karie, are you ready to go?” A man’s voice made me jump. Some guy had opened the door to call out his wife. Thankfully, you had to take a few steps inside to see anything.

“Can you wait a fucking minute? I’m breastfeeding!” She wasn’t lying, technically, but it was my mouth that both her suckers were squished into. “Don’t worry,” she whispered to me sensually. “My husband is too much of a pussy to walk in here.”

I put my hands on her breasts and squeezed like I was wringing them dry and she returned the favor by riding me like an event horse. She moaned as if testing the room’s soundproofing, knowing her husband was waiting outside. She milked me as hard with her pussy as Lila had with her mouth as if these sex goddesses had turned extracting semen from mortals into a competition.

Without tits all over my face, I saw that Mitchell now had a girl bent over the arm of one of the chairs. As she breastfed her baby on ...